Thinking Of *BAUER*

I constantly think about Bauer. It makes me wonder what makes him stick in my mind like glue. I saw him and stood by him on the train. I listened to him talk but did not hear his words. I stared at his feet attempting to make myself discrete about checking him out. He looked at me one, or maybe twice, but I don't think he saw me. Except for the times that I
was staring at his face trying to read him. I couldn't help it. I would stare at his feet and then find my eyes wandering up to his face. I don't think he saw much in me. Not like what I saw and felt in him. I look at his name, in which I have written down on several pieces of paper and burned the image in my mind. I feel barren and dry like the brown snow covered country land of Ohio in winter. But the thought of him gives me butterflies. I don't know how else to think or feel. I waved to New York as we took off and whispered, "goodbye Bauer." and felt sad that our eyes only met once, but we did not. I long to see the look in your eyes when we do meet for the first time.